Monday, July 27, 2009
You didn't think I'd leave you hanging for the FINALE of this season's lackluster Bachelorette, did you? Join me and other bitter people tonight at 8pm EST as we rip Jillian, bug eyed Ed and false eyelashes Kiptyn to shreds in what will be undoutbedly the most shocking/romantic/helicopter heavy finale ever. My bet is that she WAS going to choose Kiptyn and then when he's standing at the final elimination he lets her know that he never actually liked her and by that point and she has already eliminated Ed, so she ends up alone. Don't say I didn't call it. Also, if Reid comes back on and Jillian attempts to interfere with my relationship with him there will be a major problem. In unrelated news, Aliza went to Chicago last weekend and said she looked for Ed but was unable to locate him. Not sure what that means in terms of the show.
Monday, July 20, 2009
There are some rumors out there - that I "got a job" (it's temporary until/if they make me permanent) that I need a "root canal" (will address in separate post entitled, "My Tooth"), that I'm no longer watching The Bachelorette (vicious lie). I'm eggzausted from working 73 jobs, but I just had to share some sad news.
This morning, Perry and I were taking our 7:34 am constitutional when I saw a framed black and white picture of Emey Hoffman, the shop's owner, in the window of the bike shop on 6th street. It is a well known fact that framed pictures only appear in windows when people die or move away and then die.
I stopped walking on 6th street during business hours about a year ago because one of the bike mechanics Gabe who was kind of cute in a Titanic engine room coal shoveler sort of way found my blog and kind of asked me out via email and rather than email him back or acknowledge him in any way I thought the most adult and reasonable method for dealing with the situation was to avoid walking on 6th street altogether and to walk down Avenue A near 6th street in a wool hat and hooded sweatshirt carrying Perry so that he wouldn't blow my cover by looking like a sheep. It was hard to stop walking by the store - I had walked Perry past it for over a year and had gotten to know the guys in the bike shop, including Emey, the elder stateman of the joint who directed the younger mechanics. Emey sat in a beach nylon chair outside the shop during the spring, summer and fall and inside the shop during the winter, but he wore shorts year round. His hands were always black with grease and he would drink beers starting at 4pm and always offer me one, "ice cold." Occasionally he would save bones from his lunch to give to Perry, but mostly Perry would jump up on his lap just to sit and depending on his mood, Emey would talk about his four Dachsunds (Newton and Samantha were two of them), his ballistics invention which he claimed some company stole and said it was going to make him millions, his 35 year war with his landlord who was constantly trying to get him evicted from his $375 rent controlled apartment, his "capo" protection, his separate room in his apartment for "relations" with his wife and his staunch defense of John McCain despite my arguments that his face was legitimately falling off. I was complaining him once that since I got Perry, I've never had a meal undistubed because he's constantly harrassing me for my food, and Emey said, "You get a dog and you never get a meal in peace again. That's the deal." It told him at the time I wanted to rip up my high school yearbook and make that my yearbook quote.
The last time I saw Emey I was last December, when I walking up toward St. Marks with Perry. He was walking down toward 6th street and I didn't know what to do because I if I had ever ran into any of the bike shop people, I had planned on pretending that I moved away and that's why I hadn't been by the shop but now I was caught read handed. He said hello, and I said hello back, and then I returned home and felt like a shithead and thought about telling Megan about this situation but I felt like I would have to explain why it made more sense to rearrange my walking patterns than deal with the situation of someone asking me out and I didnt' feel like being told that I needed to go back into therapy or that I needed to get over myself.
In any event, internet research tonight revealed that the black and white frame was right: Emey died January 7th of this year, unexpectedly of a heart attack. I wish I would have known earlier and could have paid my respects and now I feel like a complete buffoon for staying away so long and for such ridiculous reasons. Rest in peace, Emey. I feel better knowing that Pretty Boy, the other block mascot, is there to keep you company.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Hi, it's Megan again. Due to a DVR conflict (there are really too many things on Monday nights!), Marin missed the first 45 minutes of The Bachelorette, and so I will provide my comments (as well as Marin's, received via text, from the portion of the show she did see).
9:17pm (at which point I pressed play on my DVR)
ropes courses do not build real relationship "trust"
um, helmet = not flattering
can she please stop bargaining with kiptyn for kisses
also, i hate when she winks
AND WEARS JUMPERS
i can't deal with the fantasy suite - rose petals and whatnot
not looking good in the confessional shots - but not looking as bad as lest episode with the center parted hair (busted)
oh christ - helicopter - that shit is getting really old
i would be like, "no thanks, i'll meet you where you're going"
she's so NEEDY - i NEED him to tell me how he's feeling, i NEED to hear that he's ready for marriage. hello, you've been dating for 2 weeks
"are you ready to propose at the end of this" = not romantic
bubble bath - too ridiculous
um, ed's tank top is NOT OK
are they lying on a trampoline? wtf
his tiny green bathing suit is also not ok - why is he dressed like a european gay man
why does his chest hair creep up onto his neck
NEITHER OF ED'S PARENTS ARE REMOTELY ASIAN - marin and tiffany are so busted
enough with the rose petals
what is that henley-slash-negligee?!?
it's a poor man's boyfriend T
R U WATCHING THIS SHIT
um they are rubbing oil all over each other - this is R rated
AS A CAMERA MAN AND BOOM MIC are one foot from them
OMG - why don't they just come right out and say that ED CAN'T GET AN ERECTION
it's so fucking surreal - how could anyone get it up
oh god these stupid fucking video messages
OMG - reid just referenced what happened in the fantasy ssuite as the "best night of his life"
um reid just called himself her honey bear, please shoot me
what the hell is ed wearing ot the rose ceremony - pale blue blazer? weirdo
she's having another bad hair day at this rose ceremony
why don't they just come out and say ed had an erection problem? it doesn't violate FCC rules
i don't know if that's what happened - it kinda just seemed like neither of them were int he mood. am i retarded?
no, it was clear that jill was just covering for him - when she pulls him aside and he basically says in code "i can get an erection, don't worry"
i don't know
what would YOUR level of concern be
my main concern would be that i had sex with 3 different guys in 3 days
i mean - i guess if there were 10 camera people in my face, i was covered in rose petals and my parents were 15 feet away, i can't blame him
that's what i'm saying.
poor reid. how do you do sexies with someone and then dump them the next day - so weird
luckily for reid, jillian looks like shit during that goodbye
marin rosenthal - risa said she'd fight me for him, but i think we're more compatible because of trust issues and committment issues, etc.
no, you are 100% incompatible because of his germ issues - he would walk into your apartment, collapse on the floor and actually die
i'm just going to facebook him and ask him who he wants more - me or risa
And there you have it folks! Open threads for the comments -- is Ed gay (not that there's anything wrong with that, but it would explain why he couldn't get it up with Jillian)? Are jumpers OK (they look fine on people with cute bodies like Jillian and Risa, but really? Shorts/pants connected to a top? Must be annoying when you need to pee).
P.S.: Addressing a concern raised in the comments to my previous post -- let me reassure you that she still has ZERO health insurance (at least until she completes her "probation" period at her new marketing/sales type job). Accordingly, she can still make jokes about no health insurance (and hence the fund for her impending root canal by a "superstar" endodentist).
Monday, July 13, 2009
Marin in her new business casual attire
Hi LIN readers, this is your Minister of Finance speaking. You may have noticed that Marin has sort of been MIA lately. Annoying, right? Yeah, well... drumroll, please... she GOT A JOB! Very nice, high five! So, after a more-than-year-long hiatus, she's now re-joined the legion of 9-to-5ers, pounding the pavement (or in this case the sardine can 4-5-6 uptown everyday). But she's also still doing her freelance work, which explains why she's also working 5PM to 9AM every day... bummer.
So, we ask for your patience during this difficult time. Hopefully normal posting will resume once she catches up with the 97 articles she needs to write and peels off those subway-sweat-soaked Old Navy business casual clothes.
In the meantime, if you feel like contributing to her emergency root canal fund (yes, the hits keep on comin'!), hit me up on Facebook!